Her eyes shifted to the bearded blond. He was still standing at the other end of the room, breathing heavily and glaring at her as he held one hand to the wounds on his neck. He stood like that for a moment and then withdrew his hand, and she noted that the bleeding had stopped. Inez was sure she’d hit the jugular vein, blood should be gushing from the knife wounds on his neck, but apparently he was already healing. Not that the gashes in his neck looked any smaller to her, but he’d healed enough that the bleeding had stopped. It made her wonder if her back would heal.
It might, Inez decided, but not quick enough to save her. The bearded blond had given up his position at the other end of the room and was now striding toward her. He looked pretty pissed, and she recalled his telling her that night he’d taken her from the café that he intended to kill her slowly and enjoy doing it. Inez suspected she was in for it now and he would doubly enjoy it.
The bearded man halted in front of her, dropped to his haunches and reached out, but he never laid another finger on her. As he lowered himself, Inez spotted Thomas behind him, his eyes glowing with silver fury. The sight of his head, neck, and then upper chest appearing behind the man as he dropped was as beautiful as the sun after a long night. Inez could have wept with relief as the immortal was suddenly caught by the back of the neck and jerked away. In fact, her eyes did fill with tears, obscuring her vision, and she couldn’t raise a hand to wipe them away. She watched through blurred eyes as the two men struggled, blinking her eyes furiously in an effort to clear her vision, but the tears just kept coming.
When silence suddenly fell, Inez was in a panic, ears straining, desperate to know Thomas was all right, but it wasn’t until he said her name that she even knew he was still alive. Then he was suddenly there, scooping her up into his arms.
“Inez?” he said with alarm when she lay limp in his hold.
“I think he broke my back,” Inez admitted on a sigh. “I can’t move.”
“It’s all right,” Thomas whispered, adjusting her in his arms so that her head lay against his chest. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then started across the kitchen, assuring her, “It’ll heal.”
“You turned me,” Inez whispered into his chest.
“Yes.” His voice sounded uncertain. “You said yes to it. Did you not want—?”
“No, that’s fine,” she said quickly. “I just didn’t realize—”
“Thomas? What’s happened?”
Inez recognized Bastien’s voice, but didn’t try to lift her head to look around.
“I left you a gift in the kitchen,” Thomas announced, continuing up the hall toward him.
“A gift?” Bastien asked with bewilderment.
“Yes,” Thomas said as he carried Inez past him and then added, “I suggest you get in there and figure out some way to restrain him before he heals if you want to question him about Aunt Marguerite.”
Bastien didn’t bother to ask further questions, Inez heard his footsteps rush away up the hall and then Thomas was carrying her upstairs.
“Thomas.” Terri’s worried voice greeted them at the top of the stairs. “What’s going on? I thought I heard a scream and Bastien went to check and—What is Inez doing up? Should she be up yet?” she asked fretfully. “Bastien wouldn’t let me out of bed for a week after he turned me.”
Inez couldn’t help noticing those words made Thomas chuckle for some reason. Once the rumbling in his chest died, he asked, “Is there any blood left in the cooler, Terri?”
“A bag or two, I think,” Terri answered. “Do you want me to get more from downstairs?”
“Yes, please,” Thomas murmured as he laid Inez on the bed.
Terri hurried from the room as Thomas moved to the cooler and fetched the few bags left in it. When he returned to the bed, Inez glanced at the bags and just the sight of the blood made that strange shifting take place in her mouth. She opened her mouth to ask one of the million or so questions suddenly buzzing in her head about being an immortal and found a bag popped to her new fangs.
The bedroom was empty when Inez woke up. For one moment, she lay still in bed, afraid to try to move for fear she might still be paralyzed, but then she set her teeth and tried to raise her hand, her breath rushing out in a relieved sigh when she was able to do so. Thomas had assured her that she would be healed by the time they woke at sunset, but she’d feared something going wrong and finding herself paralyzed and forced to live that way for centuries. It was silly, Inez knew, but fears were rarely rational.